20 things I've learned this past year.
Long time no see! So many things has happened in the past approximate year since I last blogged. It was a roller coaster year, full of good and bad things. I've learned so much about myself as a person, as a friend to others, as a girlfriend to Taylor, and as a full time kitty mommy. And amazingly, everything turned out okay (I will be using the word, okay, a little too much here but bear with me). Here are the 20 things I've learned this past year:Turning 21 is not as eventful as everybody says.
You get access to clubs, bars and that exclusive 21+ friends group. You can buy drinks at restaurants and the liquor store. You can drink, but not like you ever drank underage before, legally. That's it. You're an adult. There is nothing you can't do because of your age, other than get senior citizens discounts and kids meal discounts. There was no huge celebration for my birthday, but I've seen Taylor and other friends' celebrations during the school year. It still doesn't change anything. You don't instantly develop a taste for wine on your 21st birthday, you will still like vodka and maybe cheap beer. But here's the chance to tour wineries, breweries and be able to choose what you really like without people judging you on your age or your choice. I'll be taking this chance as much as I can over my last few years in Rochester considering I'm in the Finger Lakes region!
It's okay to fail. It's okay to disappoint people sometimes for your own good.
Four months after moving in Park Point for the 2012-2013 school year, I made an executive decision to move out due to money issues. I couldn't afford the luxurious apartment shared with three amazing girls anymore. I failed staying with my promise. I failed budgeting my money. But guess what, it was okay. This was a lesson that I learned and will take with me for the rest of my life. I need to budget. I need to plan ahead. I might have disappointed the girls, but it was for my own financial stability. Disappointment seemed to be my suit this past year, I disappointed myself so many times with many different things. But those little disappointments has made me a better person.
It's okay to stop being friends with someone. Burning bridges sometimes feels liberating.
Some friendships have failed in the past year, but I'm okay with it. Sometimes people aren't meant to spend the rest of their lives together, and that's okay. Completely okay. Sometimes best friends don't stay best friends forever, and that's okay. You guys are still friends. You guys will always have your memories together, you guys are just drifting apart--and again, that's absolutely okay. Sometimes you are burning a bridge between you and a toxic friend, and take it from me--that feels freakin' amazing. I don't usually burn bridges, because you never know when you would need to rebuild it eventually. But some people, you just have to light the match and the bridge is gone with no intention of ever rebuilding it with them.
You never know when you'll see someone for the last time...
Winter break, I headed to California for a mere 24 hours before starting a road trip with the family to Pasadena, Texas for around a week and half... We made this trip to ensure each of us has gotten to see my grandpa before he underwent a special kind of heart surgery. Nobody knew if he would make it out of surgery better or worse, so we took this trip. We caught up with our family and with grandpa the most. As I was leaving, I couldn't imagine not seeing my grandpa ever again. It was a surreal feeling that made me tell everybody I cared about that I loved them. I couldn't take a risk and go to bed mad at someone, for they might be gone tomorrow. On a side note, my grandpa never underwent that special surgery but undertook an open heart surgery in May. He recovered very fast, and is doing much better than before the surgery! I'm hoping to make another trip down to Texas in the next year.
Full time kitty mommy is expensive and exhausting sometimes.
In January, 3/4 of the roommates including myself, made the drive to Buffalo to check out five week old kittens in hopes I would be able to get one few weeks later...and to visit the Galleria mall, of course. Once at the mall, we noticed an ASPCA store...we went in, but left without a cat/kitten because we were hoping for a very young kitten that we would be seeing that night. Around a hour after walking around the mall, shamelessly shopping a little bit, the girl who owned the kittens texted me saying she would not be able to meet today and asked to meet the next day. Coming from Rochester, it takes around two hours to drive to Buffalo, we all had a bad feeling that this girl would keep canceling on us. I didn't really want to waste any more gas. We decided that the kitten was out. Rachella, one of the roommates, convinced me to go back to the ASPCA store for one last look over.
It was love at first sight. Literally. There was a four month old black kitten wrapped in a hot pink blanket being cradled by a worker. She was terrified as seeing she arrived at the store around 20 minutes prior to me walking in. Raven was the cutest thing ever. We took her in a room where we could play with her, but she was too terrified to do anything. We decided to look at the other kitten, Midnight. Since the worker came in with us, the kitten liked her a lot more than us. I didn't feel like Midnight was right for us. I really wanted to see Raven again, so we brought her back in. I was seriously in love. I was not planning to spend anything that night, but for $100 I was able to take her home to Rochester that night fully spayed, had her shots and everything. It was a great deal for a kitten I fell in love with. When I told my parents and Taylor, they were shocked but they were happy for me that I found my "the one" kitten.
Bringing her home was exhausting as seeing Bella still lived there, and I had to make sure Raven stayed in my bedroom downstairs in the basement. I spent the entire weekend cuddling, playing and getting to know now re-named Lila. To this day, I wake up at the break of the dawn to Lila waking me up for her breakfast.
Origin of the name Lila: Derived from the Arabic leila (night, dark beauty) or the Persian leila (dark-haired). Its use in England began with George Byon's poem "The Giaour" (1813).
Lila was extremely expensive the first three months I got her. She had to make several vet visits due to taking her stitches out and treatment for ear mites plus supplies. Food was a huge factor in her development since she is presumed to be a runt, she was also abandoned on a street prompting a foster vet to bottle feed her until she was ready for adoption. After few weeks of smelling Lila's gas, I prompted a food change from corn-filled food to absolutely no corn fillings in her food. She improved dramatically, and unfortunately for me, that means more expensive brand of food.
She loves her crinkly toys, her teddy bear and crumpled-up-paper-balls. I love cuddling with Lila, even if she starts gnawing on me for petting her too much or annoying her with my kisses. I love watching Lila learn how to sit on command and watching her discover new toys around the house. I'd do anything for my precious kitten who turned 1 last weekend.
Getting a diploma, even if it's your AS, is the best feeling ever.
To some people an Associate Degree means nothing. To me, it means a completion of two and a half years in NTID. To me, it means that I'm finally starting my major in Advertising and Public Relations. It means new beginnings. It's exhilarating and incredible. To be able to have my degree posted up on my bedroom wall back at home, to have something to show people I finished my part, and to be able to be proud of myself. This is the only beginning of the best feelings ever, Bachelor's Degree, here I come.
Coaching a full men's team for Brickfest... you have to be tough.
A year ago, I would have never volunteered to coach a bunch of boys playing the sport I loved. I would rather play for my own team, and be done with it. But I was feeling sentimental since the team did not have a coach yet and I really didn't have anything better to do. I stepped up. It was a remarkable experience yet a very difficult experience. The other coach and I being girls trying to handle 20+ boys during try-outs, who most of them were our friends, and cutting people off the team. We tried to gain power, trust and confidence all in few weeks. It was an uphill battle, we were disrespected, we were exhausted and at some points, the other coach and I wanted to throw in the towel. But we made it to the Brickfest weekend, regardless of our loss, the boys did very well. We were extremely proud of the outcome. We made it. But will I do it again? Ask me later.
Watching someone fall in love is exhilarating. Regardless of age, gender, race or experience.
I think this is my most pivotal point this year. I watched my roommate fall in love with a guy 10 years older than her. It is truly one of the most romantic, loved and incredible relationships I have ever seen. I never knew someone could love another person this much. I always thought it existed in movies. This love they both share is the growing old, in their rocking chairs on the porch, and forever lasting kind of love. I realized you can never judge someone's relationship based on their age, gender, race (even though I was in an interractical relationship) or experience with someone else. There is somebody for everybody. Watching both of them fall madly in love is an incredible journey and an even better love story. Of course, there is a line between appropriate relationships (over 18/over 18) and inappropriate (under 18/over 18). I've learned not to make snide comments about someone's age walking down the street with a younger significant other. I've learned that love will be love. You can't choose who you fall in love, your heart does it for you without seeing who you fall in love with. I'm looking forward to more of their journeys together. I wish you guys best of the luck!
People my age are having children and getting married, and it's crazy.
A few of my friends have gotten engaged or married or pregnant (with their first or even second kids) over the last year. It. Is. Crazy. But we're getting older, we're getting into that phase where we should be settling down for that special one and starting the rest of our lives with them. Although, it doesn't mean I'm ready to settle down with a ring and a kid...I still have two years of college left, not to mention the year I want to spend traveling and building up my job experience before landing that dream job (no idea what that is yet...) THEN I'll think about marriage and kids. Not saying the friends' decisions to have kids are bad, it's their life choice, not mine.
Having a boyfriend in a fraternity...is both tough and amusing.
Sigma Nu reppin'. Taylor undertook a recruitment position for the Sigma Nu chapter here at RIT, and it's been one of his toughest positions on top of dealing with his last few quarters (before the semester conversion) and his last semester. I watch him stress out on planning the events, and making sure boys show up. Not only that but getting some more awesome boys for Sigma Nu. It's been stressful, but highly amusing. The boys at Sigma Nu are incredible. I've been friends with most of the boys before I came to RIT, before they joined Sigma Nu and it's awesome. Hanging with fraternity brothers provides hours and hours of entertainment. Watching Taylor freak out is also amusing, I'm sure I'm not the only one who finds humor in his freak outs.
Watching your friends graduate is both scary and exciting.
Knowing your friends are going to leave Rochester, more likely for good, and start their own adult lives while I sit here thinking about what homework I need to complete. Things are different, there aren't classes to gossip about or recommend because they don't need the advice. They need advice on where to get the best furniture (I still swear by Craigslist) or where they can find the best job positions. Watching tons of my friends walk the stage also reminds me that I have yet other two years to go before I need to face reality, and I thank God for that. I'm not ready to graduate, and I don't know if I would be ready in two years either... But we'll see!
It is hard trying to keep in touch with friends.
Relating to friends who are graduating, but also to even stay in touch with friends who live five minutes away from you. I take advantage of seeing people on campus all the time when I was living in the dorms, I forgot how hard it is to catch up with people when you live off campus and away from most of the social life. You have to text people, and they probably won't text you in first place. Sometimes you have to make the first move. And it's been difficult. I've missed out on some parties, get togethers and trips because I forget to text people and to catch up with them. I need to get myself back out there again...discovering how to again would be very interesting!
Politics suck.
This past year I've been trying to associate myself with more political articles, news and sources in order to develop my arguments and knowledge about what's going on around the world. And it sucks. I'm seeing so much flawed in our government, justice system and people. The biggest thing going on right now is Syria, but I won't get into that--too controversial. Most of the news lately has been totally controversial, either you take one side or another. You can't be neutral and sometimes you need to--but you're being forced to pick a side.
The biggest thing I've read all year was from this summer, Wendy Davis' filibuster (read it here)...I mean, how can you say that is not awesome? Unfortunately that whole thing was done for nothing as seeing Texas overthrew that bill and shut down abortion clinics in Texas. I say this often to anybody who asks for my opinion on this as a Christian, I say as a woman first--MY BODY, not yours. You don't get to make decisions for my body. I can do whatever I choose with it. If I want an abortion, I will get one. If I want birth control, I will be on it. If I want breast implants, I will get surgery. Nobody has a say into anything I decide. The rest of the country and I hope that the government will finally realize this...
Spending the summer in Rochester is different.
This was the first summer I spent away from home, and in Rochester. I will rank this summer as one of the most stressful, interesting and fairly horrible summer I've ever had. The weather was beautiful after that huge heat wave, perfect 70 weather most of the summer but the things I endured was another story from perfect. I expected the whole summer to be mostly adventurous and exploring Rochester. It was not. I spent majority of my summer working, sleeping and staying home. There was way too much stuff for me to take on to actually go out and enjoy what downtown Rochester has to offer. This is what I regret the most about this summer. I had way too much on my plate with the house, my kitten and my job. The whole summer I was homesick, as seeing I was only home for a week, and I didn't have the chance to go back to California one last time before school started. But looking back on it, it wasn't too bad when the stress was all off me. This summer was the one for the books, I'll definetely remember it.
Sometimes summer internships don't turn out the way you want them to. Again.
Summer internships suck. I always expect it to go one way and then it derails on me. Working on campus this summer wasn't what I was envisioned it to be. I was hoping to work more closely with what my major was all about--Public Relations. Instead I was a designer, designing flyers, newsletters and other stuff all summer. But this makes me more dedicated to find a career-worthy internship to complete my co-op at RIT. I want a really amazing co-op that will bring me awesome networking and hopefully a foot in the door to my dream job. But I've also learned that I can't keep wanting things, I just have to make them happen on several terms, my own and the world's. It turned out okay, I've learned tons of things from my internship and about myself during this process.
Living with your boyfriend is interesting.
I never had to halve my living space with someone before, and to spend time with Taylor everyday was a learning process. I didn't think there would be so little space, and that I would want to have my own Sara time--but I did. Taylor wanted his own space once in a while too. I always told people they shouldn't live with their partner before marrying or being engaged--and I'm a hypocrite. But it was a great learning process, I learned a lot about myself and Taylor. Our boundaries weren't as wide as we thought and we crossed lines at some points. This summer has made us a stronger couple.
Trust is important. And not easily obtained.
One of the biggest issues I had this summer was dealing with trust between so-called friends, true friends and other friends. I've always had trust issues all my life, for many reasons, and for someone to violate that--you're out. I'm in no condition lately to deal or take on more stress, so when several people broke my trust and I went all out, because 1) you don't screw with someone who doesn't trust you completely in first place, 2) don't be an asshole and screw with trust and 3) trust can't be really gained after you screw it up. This whole trust issue made the whole summer way harder than it should have been. I tried to deal with my own personal issues on why I couldn't really trust people in the first place and why it pissed me off so much to see people playing with the trust I've given them. Lesson: don't screw with me when I have so little trust in you.
Trust your guts.
This is something I should have listened to at the beginning of the summer. When my guts say it's bad, it's usually right. I ignore it regarding some things because I often think the best of people and don't think they would or can screw me over that badly. But they will and they can. And that's cruel. So from now and on, I'm trusting my guts no matter how hesitant I feel about the decision. If my brain says "...but"--it means no. Such as, I could go to this party but... It's obvious that I don't want to go, so why force myself to go if I'm already hesitant to. I want to start trusting my guts and getting to know myself better about the things I want and don't want to do in order to make peace with myself.
Starting your fourth year at college is weird.
Especially if you're starting school that's not on Labor Day... A lot of your friends are going to be graduating at the end of the fall semester or the spring semester. And honestly, your motivation for school probably ran out halfway of your freshman year. You just want to sleep all the time and somehow miraculously ace all your classes. Coming into my fourth year, I know I would have to take harder classes regarding Public Relations, getting more depth in my courses due to the semester conversion and achieving more things that I could never think of. My goal for my fourth year is to improve my GPA overall, and to pick up the slack I did all four years in college already. I'm becoming more mature...and yet, I'm typing all this while I should be doing homework--but instead I think I'm going to watch some more How I Met Your Mother after this post! I'm on season four already and I'm addicted!
Thunderstorms are gorgeous.
In the past four years I've lived in Rochester, I've come to appreciate the beauty of frequent thunderstorms that we get. It might get scary when you're running through one, but from my papasan chair in the living room with my kitten, nothing could feel so more comfortable. I've always loved rainy days, but those flashes make it even better. Coming from California, we don't really have much of those. I've started to appreciate so much more things lately, and I hope I start to notice more beauty in many things from now and on--not only thunderstorms, but flowers and snow. Rochester, let's put off the snow part for a little bit longer though...I'm just not ready.
Well, this has been a really long post, and I'm not gonna lie--this took me few weeks to finish. All in all, those are what I've learned over the past year. I didn't just learn 20 things, but so many things came with those 20 things and I have so many more. I'll be cherishing the year I've had as a growing person. I expect to learn new things everyday and apply what I've learned so far to my future capabilities. See, I'm thinking like an adult now!
Time to watch Barney suit up....again!
She loves her crinkly toys, her teddy bear and crumpled-up-paper-balls. I love cuddling with Lila, even if she starts gnawing on me for petting her too much or annoying her with my kisses. I love watching Lila learn how to sit on command and watching her discover new toys around the house. I'd do anything for my precious kitten who turned 1 last weekend.
Getting a diploma, even if it's your AS, is the best feeling ever.
To some people an Associate Degree means nothing. To me, it means a completion of two and a half years in NTID. To me, it means that I'm finally starting my major in Advertising and Public Relations. It means new beginnings. It's exhilarating and incredible. To be able to have my degree posted up on my bedroom wall back at home, to have something to show people I finished my part, and to be able to be proud of myself. This is the only beginning of the best feelings ever, Bachelor's Degree, here I come.
Coaching a full men's team for Brickfest... you have to be tough.
A year ago, I would have never volunteered to coach a bunch of boys playing the sport I loved. I would rather play for my own team, and be done with it. But I was feeling sentimental since the team did not have a coach yet and I really didn't have anything better to do. I stepped up. It was a remarkable experience yet a very difficult experience. The other coach and I being girls trying to handle 20+ boys during try-outs, who most of them were our friends, and cutting people off the team. We tried to gain power, trust and confidence all in few weeks. It was an uphill battle, we were disrespected, we were exhausted and at some points, the other coach and I wanted to throw in the towel. But we made it to the Brickfest weekend, regardless of our loss, the boys did very well. We were extremely proud of the outcome. We made it. But will I do it again? Ask me later.
Watching someone fall in love is exhilarating. Regardless of age, gender, race or experience.
I think this is my most pivotal point this year. I watched my roommate fall in love with a guy 10 years older than her. It is truly one of the most romantic, loved and incredible relationships I have ever seen. I never knew someone could love another person this much. I always thought it existed in movies. This love they both share is the growing old, in their rocking chairs on the porch, and forever lasting kind of love. I realized you can never judge someone's relationship based on their age, gender, race (even though I was in an interractical relationship) or experience with someone else. There is somebody for everybody. Watching both of them fall madly in love is an incredible journey and an even better love story. Of course, there is a line between appropriate relationships (over 18/over 18) and inappropriate (under 18/over 18). I've learned not to make snide comments about someone's age walking down the street with a younger significant other. I've learned that love will be love. You can't choose who you fall in love, your heart does it for you without seeing who you fall in love with. I'm looking forward to more of their journeys together. I wish you guys best of the luck!
People my age are having children and getting married, and it's crazy.
A few of my friends have gotten engaged or married or pregnant (with their first or even second kids) over the last year. It. Is. Crazy. But we're getting older, we're getting into that phase where we should be settling down for that special one and starting the rest of our lives with them. Although, it doesn't mean I'm ready to settle down with a ring and a kid...I still have two years of college left, not to mention the year I want to spend traveling and building up my job experience before landing that dream job (no idea what that is yet...) THEN I'll think about marriage and kids. Not saying the friends' decisions to have kids are bad, it's their life choice, not mine.
Having a boyfriend in a fraternity...is both tough and amusing.
Sigma Nu reppin'. Taylor undertook a recruitment position for the Sigma Nu chapter here at RIT, and it's been one of his toughest positions on top of dealing with his last few quarters (before the semester conversion) and his last semester. I watch him stress out on planning the events, and making sure boys show up. Not only that but getting some more awesome boys for Sigma Nu. It's been stressful, but highly amusing. The boys at Sigma Nu are incredible. I've been friends with most of the boys before I came to RIT, before they joined Sigma Nu and it's awesome. Hanging with fraternity brothers provides hours and hours of entertainment. Watching Taylor freak out is also amusing, I'm sure I'm not the only one who finds humor in his freak outs.
Watching your friends graduate is both scary and exciting.
Knowing your friends are going to leave Rochester, more likely for good, and start their own adult lives while I sit here thinking about what homework I need to complete. Things are different, there aren't classes to gossip about or recommend because they don't need the advice. They need advice on where to get the best furniture (I still swear by Craigslist) or where they can find the best job positions. Watching tons of my friends walk the stage also reminds me that I have yet other two years to go before I need to face reality, and I thank God for that. I'm not ready to graduate, and I don't know if I would be ready in two years either... But we'll see!
It is hard trying to keep in touch with friends.
Relating to friends who are graduating, but also to even stay in touch with friends who live five minutes away from you. I take advantage of seeing people on campus all the time when I was living in the dorms, I forgot how hard it is to catch up with people when you live off campus and away from most of the social life. You have to text people, and they probably won't text you in first place. Sometimes you have to make the first move. And it's been difficult. I've missed out on some parties, get togethers and trips because I forget to text people and to catch up with them. I need to get myself back out there again...discovering how to again would be very interesting!
Politics suck.
This past year I've been trying to associate myself with more political articles, news and sources in order to develop my arguments and knowledge about what's going on around the world. And it sucks. I'm seeing so much flawed in our government, justice system and people. The biggest thing going on right now is Syria, but I won't get into that--too controversial. Most of the news lately has been totally controversial, either you take one side or another. You can't be neutral and sometimes you need to--but you're being forced to pick a side.
The biggest thing I've read all year was from this summer, Wendy Davis' filibuster (read it here)...I mean, how can you say that is not awesome? Unfortunately that whole thing was done for nothing as seeing Texas overthrew that bill and shut down abortion clinics in Texas. I say this often to anybody who asks for my opinion on this as a Christian, I say as a woman first--MY BODY, not yours. You don't get to make decisions for my body. I can do whatever I choose with it. If I want an abortion, I will get one. If I want birth control, I will be on it. If I want breast implants, I will get surgery. Nobody has a say into anything I decide. The rest of the country and I hope that the government will finally realize this...
Spending the summer in Rochester is different.
This was the first summer I spent away from home, and in Rochester. I will rank this summer as one of the most stressful, interesting and fairly horrible summer I've ever had. The weather was beautiful after that huge heat wave, perfect 70 weather most of the summer but the things I endured was another story from perfect. I expected the whole summer to be mostly adventurous and exploring Rochester. It was not. I spent majority of my summer working, sleeping and staying home. There was way too much stuff for me to take on to actually go out and enjoy what downtown Rochester has to offer. This is what I regret the most about this summer. I had way too much on my plate with the house, my kitten and my job. The whole summer I was homesick, as seeing I was only home for a week, and I didn't have the chance to go back to California one last time before school started. But looking back on it, it wasn't too bad when the stress was all off me. This summer was the one for the books, I'll definetely remember it.
Sometimes summer internships don't turn out the way you want them to. Again.
Summer internships suck. I always expect it to go one way and then it derails on me. Working on campus this summer wasn't what I was envisioned it to be. I was hoping to work more closely with what my major was all about--Public Relations. Instead I was a designer, designing flyers, newsletters and other stuff all summer. But this makes me more dedicated to find a career-worthy internship to complete my co-op at RIT. I want a really amazing co-op that will bring me awesome networking and hopefully a foot in the door to my dream job. But I've also learned that I can't keep wanting things, I just have to make them happen on several terms, my own and the world's. It turned out okay, I've learned tons of things from my internship and about myself during this process.
Living with your boyfriend is interesting.
I never had to halve my living space with someone before, and to spend time with Taylor everyday was a learning process. I didn't think there would be so little space, and that I would want to have my own Sara time--but I did. Taylor wanted his own space once in a while too. I always told people they shouldn't live with their partner before marrying or being engaged--and I'm a hypocrite. But it was a great learning process, I learned a lot about myself and Taylor. Our boundaries weren't as wide as we thought and we crossed lines at some points. This summer has made us a stronger couple.
Trust is important. And not easily obtained.
One of the biggest issues I had this summer was dealing with trust between so-called friends, true friends and other friends. I've always had trust issues all my life, for many reasons, and for someone to violate that--you're out. I'm in no condition lately to deal or take on more stress, so when several people broke my trust and I went all out, because 1) you don't screw with someone who doesn't trust you completely in first place, 2) don't be an asshole and screw with trust and 3) trust can't be really gained after you screw it up. This whole trust issue made the whole summer way harder than it should have been. I tried to deal with my own personal issues on why I couldn't really trust people in the first place and why it pissed me off so much to see people playing with the trust I've given them. Lesson: don't screw with me when I have so little trust in you.
Trust your guts.
This is something I should have listened to at the beginning of the summer. When my guts say it's bad, it's usually right. I ignore it regarding some things because I often think the best of people and don't think they would or can screw me over that badly. But they will and they can. And that's cruel. So from now and on, I'm trusting my guts no matter how hesitant I feel about the decision. If my brain says "...but"--it means no. Such as, I could go to this party but... It's obvious that I don't want to go, so why force myself to go if I'm already hesitant to. I want to start trusting my guts and getting to know myself better about the things I want and don't want to do in order to make peace with myself.
Starting your fourth year at college is weird.
Especially if you're starting school that's not on Labor Day... A lot of your friends are going to be graduating at the end of the fall semester or the spring semester. And honestly, your motivation for school probably ran out halfway of your freshman year. You just want to sleep all the time and somehow miraculously ace all your classes. Coming into my fourth year, I know I would have to take harder classes regarding Public Relations, getting more depth in my courses due to the semester conversion and achieving more things that I could never think of. My goal for my fourth year is to improve my GPA overall, and to pick up the slack I did all four years in college already. I'm becoming more mature...and yet, I'm typing all this while I should be doing homework--but instead I think I'm going to watch some more How I Met Your Mother after this post! I'm on season four already and I'm addicted!
Thunderstorms are gorgeous.
In the past four years I've lived in Rochester, I've come to appreciate the beauty of frequent thunderstorms that we get. It might get scary when you're running through one, but from my papasan chair in the living room with my kitten, nothing could feel so more comfortable. I've always loved rainy days, but those flashes make it even better. Coming from California, we don't really have much of those. I've started to appreciate so much more things lately, and I hope I start to notice more beauty in many things from now and on--not only thunderstorms, but flowers and snow. Rochester, let's put off the snow part for a little bit longer though...I'm just not ready.
Well, this has been a really long post, and I'm not gonna lie--this took me few weeks to finish. All in all, those are what I've learned over the past year. I didn't just learn 20 things, but so many things came with those 20 things and I have so many more. I'll be cherishing the year I've had as a growing person. I expect to learn new things everyday and apply what I've learned so far to my future capabilities. See, I'm thinking like an adult now!
Time to watch Barney suit up....again!
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